Romans & histoires Bardic Tales

#Flashback# It all happened in Transylvania, my grandfather (Overlord Zoe) who was then the overlord of Transylvania, he had 3 children, Hymas (my father's older brother), my father (Dracula) and Devon (my father's younger brother), their father needed a successor, and in other to do that, he had to set a competition to decide the rightful heir to the throne, he had tested them based on their skills/physical abilities, morals, commitment and interaction with others/leardership Amongst the tests given were; fighting combat, which Hymas excelled at, they were give the opportunity to rule Transylvania for a year, which my dad did best, Transylvanians loved him because he was very friendly, and

), the Decarabian 's former lover Amos, and the Red-haired Warrior, when Clan Brunilderin, led by his current namesake Brunilderin, also takes part in the battle. In which Decarabian is killed in battle, just like Amos in which the Nameless Bard, as the Decarabian dies, Barbatos is elevated to godhood, in which he uses his newfound powers to create a ship in the form of the Nameless. Bard and takes him. the bow in honor of Amos.

“Of course, dear. Kids can be cruel. I didn’t want him to hear things about me from some kid on the playground. I wanted him to be armed with the knowledge so that it didn’t have the power to hurt him. Granted, I didn’t tell him everything. But he knew enough to realize that his mom was a very different person before she became his mother, and that that was alright, because as time passes people mature and they evolve. Just as you have, Natalia.” ***** Natalia was still reeling from the shock of the revelation that Barbara, the Barbara Wellington, had been a self-proclaimed “hellion harlot” years ago. It seemed unbelievable. But Barbara had recounted

His eyes were full of anger and he held her hair in his hands. “POISION! TO KILL YOUR SON!” She muttered and closed her eyes. And she died. I took Zac out of the room. We both couldn’t stop crying. I never thought anyone could go to such an extent to fulfil his/her revenge. My father sat beside her and kept on looking at her in disbelief. ************

I knew this already, but there are some things that you must never say to someone else with a straight face. When my father was still young, he made a feat in the battle against demons and people heard his achievements and when he came back he became a king that’s the upper part of the story the inner workings must be quite obscure because nobody knows what happened and how he became a king. That was all I was able to gather for now. It would be something similar to me just like my father. "I guess you get it now. You understand what I want to say you, don't you?"

I answer with a subtle shake of my head. He answers diligently, flicking the pearl into the bowl that held a bunch of grapes earlier tonight. “He went mad. He hallucinated the bard, and heard him sing all day and all night. One night, he cut off his ears. And he bled. His ears were infected. Then one another night, he pulled out his eyes so he would not see the bard again. That’s enough for a mere human to die, right?” I hiss, feeling bile crawl up my throat. “Thank you, Lord Valen. I already had enough trouble sleeping in these halls.”

Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until

“I did not imagine you would read poetry.” “What did you think I would be reading?” he asked me, haughtily. “I don’t know. Spell books, I guess.” His lips quirked, as if he were not sure whether to grimace, or laugh. “I am not a mage.” “What are the poems about?” I returned to my task. “The Paragon of Theodghar is set during a fabled war and tells of the battles and events during its last weeks. Its themes include fate, the glory of heroic battle, homecomings, rage and the downfall of pride.”

I arrived at the popular bar, Concave Bar, and slipped into one of the stools, waving my hand in the air to signal the bartender. “Anything hot, please,” I ordered. He gave me a quick nod. Different questions swirled in my head, searching for answers but finding none. Just as the bartender returned with a glass of what I had requested, my mother walked in, sitting next to me. “Exactly what she ordered!” she told the bartender. My lips curled up into a smile as I tasted the liquid. I was sure it was ethanol as the burning sensation coursed down my throat. “Is there something you aren't telling me, Alana?” My mother asked, her question a little bit annoying.

"What is it?" "Those are the seven realms," He picked up one of the stones and grazed his finger over it. They locked eyes momentarily before Lucian continued speaking, "The realm of the dragons, the realm of the giants, the ice realm, the realm of fire, the realm of water, earth realm, and the realm of the dead." Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire.